Wednesday, November 09, 2005
this planet, well known
inside out.
yet many fail to realise
the faces, hidden beneath
two faces, of the sphere
we call home, earth.
a wonderful face, unable to
hide that hideousness
a face, with skin and complexion
like that of a newborn,
innocent, amazine,
awesome
it is one to behold, indeed
so beautifully created,
by the craftsman
of life
greenery, blue seas, white peaks
only add to that rainbow of
colours, brightening our lives
decorating this home
that massive variety, too
can be seen in its
counterpart, the other face
of this earth
the attributes of nature
not applicable to the nature
of the very people, who call
this place, their home
the words, deeds, actions;
the scars, the dried up blood
nothing resembles that, of the
other crafted face
same person, that craftsman
same wonderful work, but
the fault of one
caused the ruin of another
in the days of before,
the faces similar, like that
of identical twins
beautiful, stunning
yet, one of the twins,
granted the luxury
of choice, to make
abused it, unfortunately, it did
one bad choice
a lifetime of pain
suffering for
eternity
one by one, they appeared
the flaws seen
the scars made
the destruction certain
down came one
stood strongly, the other
yet the craftsman
showered his love on both
the two products
living together
yet the scarred one
wanted the other to suffer
reason is unknown
speculation many
one thing for certain
it couldnt stand its beauty
unknowingly, it started to destroy the
exact place they live in
taking down the decor
stripping it bare
the consequences ahead
awareness present
passive to do something, thus
continuing in its folly
there will come a time
when facing the music is apparent
change that face many try
change that face many fail
most hate, that face
of theirs, most
still dont know that its them
who contribute to it
i hate that face
yet knowing full well
i form part of it
but the hatred there
but that one who caused
all the ruin way before
is sneaky and manipulates
such that hate is neutralised to passiveness
the craftsman, all powerful
killed the sneaky one
but the time has not come
for the great fall
unknown to all
that time of victory
except to one
the craftman himself
that time, all will fall
the two faces, both the good
and the ugly, not to mention
everything else
the craftsman will work
with ease to create
new products, yet
something of the old will be kept
those who know will wait
in much anticipation
the rest still oblivious
to the destruction looming
all a matter of perception
take the right one, or
take the wrong one
the choice still present
like long ago we had, that choice
still present in our midst
this the result of the love
of that craftsman
fail to appreciate it we do
try to do so
is a need
the face of the earth
the pride of God
humanity before sin
his prize
the downfall of men
was not the end of his love
instead, save us He did
but left the end choice to us
make the right choice
most do at the end
but stray from it
some will
part of that some
i am
ask for forgiveness
i do
preserve this face of humanity
whatever unscarred area is left
heal those wounds
to bring it back to its peak
but a limit to what we can do
the rest all up to
Him
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a friend leaves some memories;
6:46 PM
